Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

Ding Rong looked at Xu Yanliu, who was surrounded, and Zhang Ruoxue, who was being watched by Qing Ji, and raised the corners of her mouth mockingly.

She gazed at Xu Yanliu, who was completely surrounded and unable to break through the encirclement, and laughed, "Just keep watching others die in front of you, Senior Sister Xu~"

"Ruoxue!"

Xu Yanliu didn't know what kind of methods Zhang Ruoxue had, but she knew that if she didn't break through the encirclement, Zhang Ruoxue, who was locked on by Qingji, would definitely die!

She has to find a way...

—At the same time that thought came to her mind, she saw something she couldn't understand through the gaps in the crowd.

Zhang Ruoxue...did not retaliate at all.

Is it because they are unable to fight back?

Is it unable to respond?

No, neither.

She just stood there, like a doll, letting Qingji attack her.

Qingji didn't care what tricks she was playing at all, and with a powerful thrust, he stabbed towards Zhang Ruoxue's snow-white neck.

hum~

As expected, the scene of the sword piercing the neck did not occur.

There was not a single drop of blood spilled.

Instead, a thin film appeared—a thin film that floated around Zhang Ruoxue's body.

This is--

"A protective array?!"

Qingji stared in astonishment at his magic array, which couldn't advance an inch. He gritted his teeth and unleashed his spiritual energy once more.

He simply refused to believe that this magic array could hold him off for long!

However, the problem was that he soon discovered that his spiritual energy...

It's unusable!

Not only him, but all the cultivators of the Ash Demon Alliance surrounding Xu Yanliu seemed to have their spiritual energy stolen by something in that instant. Their spiritual energy was frozen, their meridians were completely blocked, and they couldn't even circulate their cultivation techniques!

what happened? !

That is, in the blink of an eye—

Qingji noticed that a hand, which had appeared out of nowhere, was pressing against the edge of his sword.

"I already know the general situation."

A young man in white stood between Zhang Ruoxue and Qingji, his hand gripping Qingji's sword.

His expression was unexpectedly cold. Qingji looked up and glanced at him.

It was just one glance.

His soul was overwhelmed with unprecedented shock and fear. In an instant, his heart stopped, and even his soul began to sway, as if it were about to burst out of his body.

All the muscles in my body began to feel weak, as if my meridians, spiritual roots, and cultivation techniques had all disappeared!

He was so frightened by the other person's merciless gaze that he collapsed to the ground, dropping his sword in fright. He slumped onto the cold floor, trembling all over.

The young man in white placed his hand on the head of the black-haired girl beside him. The girl lowered her head, her shoulders trembling.

"Good boy... I know everything. I know about Xiao Han's matter, and about all of you."

"It's all over now."

Zhang Ruoxue's shoulders trembled violently, and crystal-clear liquid dripped down her face.

She could no longer contain her overwhelming grief, crying and screaming loudly, she hugged the young man's thin body tightly, buried her head in his chest, and kept calling out...

No one could hear what she was shouting.

The emotions that had been suppressed before finally erupted at this moment.

The young man let her wipe her tears on his clothes, smiling gently as he stroked the girl's head.

"It's all alright now, your master is here."

……

Ding Rong looked at her senior brother, who was slumped on the ground, and then at Yun Ping, who had appeared in the arena at some unknown time, and asked tremblingly:

"Who...who are you?! Why are you here?!"

"I?"

Yunping's gaze instantly turned utterly ruthless, as calm as a pool of dark water.

His answer echoed throughout the courtyard.

"A person who seeks justice for demons."

89. He is the devil.

"joke."

Yunping's words made the old man slowly stand up.

A hint of arrogance burst forth from his old, sturdy bones, and his equally ruthless eyes stared at Yun Ping as if he were looking at a self-righteous fool.

He looked at the mysterious man who had suddenly appeared before him, who had no cultivation whatsoever and seemed like an ordinary person. He showed no sign of underestimating him and spoke with an unusually heavy tone.

"You claim to be seeking justice for demons? Demons, what justice do they have? How can those who commit heinous crimes be worthy of the word 'justice'?"

Yun Ping sneered, "Can't demons have justice? Who said demons eat people and monsters kill people? Who told you that?"

The old man shook his head at Yun Ping and sighed, "Another ignorant person. Have the people of this world been bewitched by demons and demons, unable to distinguish right from wrong?"

"The Great Way of Right and Wrong?"

Yunping smiled.

The way he looked at the old man was the same way the old man looked at him—both were looking at a fool.

But Yunping's gaze was slightly different; he looked at the old man as if he were looking at a madman.

He first patted Zhang Ruoxue's head, and after her sobs subsided slightly, he said gently, "Ruoxue, go and rest for a while. I'll take care of things here."

"it is good……"

Zhang Ruoxue reluctantly let go of Yun Ping's hands and slowly pulled away from his embrace. Then, staring at her red eyes and the still-wet tear stains, she obediently stood to the side, though a hint of guilt lingered on her face.

Yes, that was her method.

It was also the only way she could think of to immediately take revenge on the Jin Yao Dao Alliance.

That was her protective magic array.

To be precise, it's Yunping.

She had once heard Ye Yuchan say that their teacher had installed many protective formations on them, and that Yunping would likely come to their rescue in person if she were in danger.

What she wanted was for Yunping to step in...

Although this action was entirely dependent on Yunping, which is why she felt she was troubling Yunping, hence the guilty expression on her face.

But in fact--

Yunping didn't care about any of that. His apprentice had been bullied, and if he didn't get revenge...

That wouldn't be him!

"The Ash Demon Alliance, right? It's a pretty good name."

Yun Ping glanced at the group of Jin Yao Dao Alliance cultivators surrounding Xu Yanliu and said in an unusually calm tone, "Get out of here before I change my mind."

roll?

No one paid any attention to Yun Ping's completely intimidating words.

Although Yunping's appearance did indeed frighten them somewhat, and even the senior brother was paralyzed with fear for some reason, they still chose to ignore what this young man with no cultivation had to say.

Just then, another voice rang out in the distance.

"Your Excellency is truly impressive! I wonder where such a talented person came from?"

An elderly man with a long beard walked over from a distance. He was also wearing the Taoist robe of the Jin Yao Dao Alliance. He was full of energy and showed no signs of being a dejected old man.

The moment Xu Yanliu saw this person, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She recognized this person; rather, she would never forget him for the rest of her life…

The one who personally killed the fox was the leader of the Ash Demon Alliance!

Qian Shangluo.

Qian Shangluo did not come alone; he was accompanied by three elders of the Jin Yao Dao Alliance, each of whom possessed unfathomable cultivation levels, at least at the Nascent Soul stage!

Yun Ping ignored the group of people who had appeared, and instead walked to the nearest table, poured out the century-old snake tail wine, and asked in return, "Who am I? What does it have to do with you?"

"Wow! Your tone is quite arrogant. I wonder if you know that this is the Imperial Pavilion? Causing trouble here will have consequences."

"Of course I know about this." Yun Ping's face darkened further when the Emperor Pavilion was mentioned: "The Emperor Pavilion, don't worry, after we deal with you, it'll be their turn."

"What?" Qian Shangluo didn't quite understand Yunping's words.

Ke Yunping didn't care whether the other person understood or not; he was in a very bad mood.

Ever since learning about his eldest disciple, Gu Wangjun, Yunping's mood has been terrible these past few days. Now, with Ruoxue causing trouble and making his beloved female disciple cry like this, his mood couldn't be worse.

It was even worse than when we were in Chiang Kai-shek's household.

His face was so cold it sent shivers down your spine, and his dark eyes seemed to hold ice that had been frozen for millennia. He stared at Qian Shangluo and said, "In the past, when I was in a good mood, I might have tried to reason with others, but today I'm in a bad mood, so I don't really want to reason with you."

"You mean... to take action directly?" Qian Shangluo laughed happily. "I was thinking of waiting until the people from the Emperor's Pavilion arrived before making a move against you, but it seems that you want to finish this quickly."

"Yes, we need to finish this quickly."

Yunping smiled too.